Bozeman_joined the war.doc here is a picture of me The Russian Flag. My name is Gregory Novikh. I am 21 years old. I have a wife who is 20 years old. I have no siblings. My mother is 40 years old and my father is 43 years old. The first time that I went to war, I was frieghtenned to death. There was so much horrible things happening that I felt like my heart was in my mouth and I couldn't swallow it back down! There was a revolting smell of burning, rotting flesh in the air. I never had before smelled this before and when I caught a wiff of the smell, I couldn't breath!
My family sends me some mail every now and then. When I read their mail that they sent me, I feel relieved like all of my stress is taken out of me. My best friend joined the war at the same time that I joined. We have not seen each other for six months and it stresses me so much to not know wether or not he is still alive! The other nation's military had tanks that were contributing to the stalemates that there were. I am starting to think that this war is not really nececary. I don't want to be a part of this war anymore. I just want to go home instead. I miss my bed, my room, and my wife. We have lost many troops. The battlefield looks like a bloodbath. We can't deal with this war any longer.
Every night the sky is always lit up from explosions and gunshots. The nights haven't been as quiet and peaceful ever since the war started. Now the silence is broken by gunshots, explosions and the screams of wounded soldiers. It has been so long since the last time that I ever heard the silence of the night that I don't even remember what it is like to hear the silence of the night. It makes it harder to fall asleep along with the fear of being blown up in you're sleep.
I barely even made it to the trenches with all of the bullets flying through the air. I took off my helmet for a few seconds and put it back on and then I got shot in the head but my helmet stoped the bullet. I would be dead if I waited any longer to put my helmet back on. Yesterday I came close to being blown to bits by a shell but I was lucky that it was a dud. If it had of gone off, I wouldn't be alive to write this journal entry.
We have been told that the war is coming close to an end, I hope that is true. I want to see my wife again. She must be worried that I might not be coming back. I can't wait to see her with a smile on her face when she sees me. I can't wait to hold her in my arms again. Tonight, I am finally coming home.
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The Russian Flag. My name is Gregory Novikh. I am 21 years old. I have a wife who is 20 years old. I have no siblings. My mother is 40 years old and my father is 43 years old. The first time that I went to war, I was frieghtenned to death. There was so much horrible things happening that I felt like my heart was in my mouth and I couldn't swallow it back down! There was a revolting smell of burning, rotting flesh in the air. I never had before smelled this before and when I caught a wiff of the smell, I couldn't breath!
My family sends me some mail every now and then. When I read their mail that they sent me, I feel relieved like all of my stress is taken out of me. My best friend joined the war at the same time that I joined. We have not seen each other for six months and it stresses me so much to not know wether or not he is still alive! The other nation's military had tanks that were contributing to the stalemates that there were. I am starting to think that this war is not really nececary. I don't want to be a part of this war anymore. I just want to go home instead. I miss my bed, my room, and my wife. We have lost many troops. The battlefield looks like a bloodbath. We can't deal with this war any longer.
Every night the sky is always lit up from explosions and gunshots. The nights haven't been as quiet and peaceful ever since the war started. Now the silence is broken by gunshots, explosions and the screams of wounded soldiers. It has been so long since the last time that I ever heard the silence of the night that I don't even remember what it is like to hear the silence of the night. It makes it harder to fall asleep along with the fear of being blown up in you're sleep.
I barely even made it to the trenches with all of the bullets flying through the air. I took off my helmet for a few seconds and put it back on and then I got shot in the head but my helmet stoped the bullet. I would be dead if I waited any longer to put my helmet back on. Yesterday I came close to being blown to bits by a shell but I was lucky that it was a dud. If it had of gone off, I wouldn't be alive to write this journal entry.
We have been told that the war is coming close to an end, I hope that is true. I want to see my wife again. She must be worried that I might not be coming back. I can't wait to see her with a smile on her face when she sees me. I can't wait to hold her in my arms again. Tonight, I am finally coming home.